CHAPTER VII

BUSH DWELLERS “TEA, ma’am!” said a merry voice. Norah opened her eyes drowsily, and immediately closed them again. “No, you don’t!” Wally said. “Wake up, lazy-bones. Or else I warn you that I’ll drink your tea as well as my own!” “Not time to get up, Jim,” murmured Norah, protestingly. “Jim isn’t here,” said Wally, “so you needn’t address your remarks to him. If he were here, it’s my belief that by this time he’d have pulled you out of bed. Just because I am gentle and kind——” “Did you say you had tea?” demanded No…